"The purpose of these pages is to present images of existing monuments to Confederates of Color. Visitors to our website who have access to the monuments named but not pictured here are requested to obtain photographs and a transcript of the inscriptions. The name of each contributor will be posted with the respective photographs"

"A return to the principles of a gold standard that constrain government spending and retain the value of money will in turn enable the return to the more enduring values of humanity. In the meantime, the writing is on the wall for all to see. Be careful because it could fall at any time."-- Peter Souleles, in Sydney Australia’s ABC Bullion Blog: Buy Gold Young Man

HERE.========A 25 pound bag of Jasmine long grained white rice will furnish each member of a family of three with approximately 1,600 calories a day for one month. Each bag, as of today, runs around $22. Also, though not recommended, there are many people who do survive of just rice, as have done Eskimos on just meat and fish.

Also HERE.This article originally appeared in the Louisville Times and wasreprinted in the Hawkinsville (Georgia) Dispatch. Historical researcherGreg White found this on microfilm in the main library of the Universityof Georgia, Athens.

This war record was written by Captain J. B. Briggs, of Briggsville, KY(Muhlenberg County). Captain Briggs was assistant Quartermaster of theFourth Tennessee Cavalry, C.S.A. and served during the war with Wheelerand Forrest.

At the battle of Chickamauga the Fourth Tennessee Cavalry was dismountedto fight as infantry, every fourth man being told off to hold horses.These horse-holders, and also all of the colored servants, were kept inthe rear. The colored men numbered about 40, and having been in servicea long time, had gradually armed themselves. Some of them were evenbetter equipped than their masters, for on successful raids and battlesthey could follow in the rear and pick up those things the soldiers hadno time to secure; so that these colored servants could each boast ofone or two revolvers and a fine carbine or repeating rifle.

During all of the early part of the battle of Chickamauga, the FourthTennessee Cavalry had been fighting as infantry, and as it becameevident that a victory was to be won, Col. McLemore, commanding, orderedCaptain Briggs to return to the horse-holders, and after placing thehorses, teams, etc, under charge of the servants, to bring up thequarter of the regiment in charge of the horses so that they might takepart in the final triumph. Capt. Briggs, on reaching the horses, wassurprised to find the colored men organized and equipped, under DanielMcLemore, colored (servant to the Colonel of the regiment), anddemanding the right to go into the fight. After trying to dissuade themfrom this, Capt. Briggs led them up to the line of battle, which wasjust then preparing to assault Gen. Thomas' position. Thinkingthey would be of service in caring for the wounded, Capt. Briggs heldthem close up in line, but when the advance was ordered the negrocompany became enthused as well as their masters, and filled a portionof the line of advance as well as any company of the regiment. Theywere equally up to the charge as the rest of the men. While they had noguidon or muster roll, the burial after the battle of four of theirnumber and the care of seven wounded at the hospital, told the tale ofhow well they fought that day.

Every long-term social index I am aware of is negative. The plain fact is that the American people are too morally degenerate to be capable of effective self-government. The Roman satirist Juvenal understood. "The people that once bestowed commands, consulships, legions and all else, now meddles no more and longs eagerly for just two things -- bread and games!" I can find no reason to be optimistic. It is only our blind vanity that lets us pretend that the United States can endure forever. Rome fell, and so will America. For all intents and purposes, it is already over. The rest HERE.Via Washington Rebel

Oleg Volk"Let's examine the idea that removing guns from individual ownership would do anything to reduce suicide rates. We already know that substitution effect happens and people in countries like China and Japan simply find other means to kill themselves. However, US gun-banners maintain that gun suicide is somehow worse than other kinds, so let's consider what kind of weapon is required for a successful suicide.

Generally, only one shot is fired. Any firearm down to a 14th century matchlock would suffice for that. A matchlock can be made with a simple pipe with one end closed with a cap or even left open. In the latter case, more powder or other propellant such as aerosol would be needed but the effect would be much the same.

The projectile has to penetrate very little. If the gun is aimed at the person's eye or ear, there's not even skull bone in the way. Moreover, shots that fail to penetrate the skull would still likely kill by spalling on the inside. So any projectile , from a bullet down to batched stone or even a blank would kill a person who has the gun in contact with the head.

Moreover, the gun doesn't have to be a firearm. A pneumatic nail gun would work as well, as would a bangstick. A crossbow would work just as well. So restricting firearms -- including the obsolete matchlock, flintlock and percussion types would do nothing to reduce the effectiveness of suicides by those who decide to use projectiles to check out.

In other word, anti-gun people think nothing of endangering the lives of millions who want to use firearms for defense under the pretext of reducing the number of suicided -- and they are lying about that excuse, too."

The Highwayman(My favorite poem. It scared my daughter Bonnie when I read it to her. Both this and The Charge Of The Light Brigade! BT)

Part One IThe wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,And the highwayman came riding- Riding-riding-The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

IIHe'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!And he rode with a jewelled twinkle, His pistol butts a-twinkle,His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

IIIOver the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting thereBut the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter,Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

IVAnd dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creakedWhere Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,But he loved the landlord's daughter, The landlord's red-lipped daughter,Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say-

V"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,Then look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight,I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

VIHe rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brandAs the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;And he kissed its waves in the moonlight, (Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the West.

Part Two IHe did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,A red-coat troop came marching- Marching-marching-King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.

IIThey said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!There was death at every window; And hell at one dark window;For Bess could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.

IIIThey had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;They bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!"Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the dead man say-Look for me by moonlight; Watch for me by moonlight;I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!

IVShe twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!She writhed her hands till here fingers were wet with sweat or blood!They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by likeyears,Till, now, on the stroke of midnight, Cold, on the stroke of midnight,The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!

VThe tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest!Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;For the road lay bare in the moonlight; Blank and bare in the moonlight;And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain.

VI Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofsringing clear;Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they didnot hear?Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,The highwayman came riding, Riding, riding!The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up strait and still!

VIITlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,Then her finger moved in the moonlight, Her musket shattered the moonlight,Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.

VIIIHe turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stoodBowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hearHow Bess, the landlord's daughter, The landlord's black-eyed daughter,Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

IXBack, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,When they shot him down on the highway, Down like a dog on the highway,And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.

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XAnd still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,A highwayman comes riding- Riding-riding-A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

XIOver the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard,And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting thereBut the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter,Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

Notes:

This is the original version of The Highwayman, copyrighted 1906, 1913.

"There are certain principles that are inherent in man, that belong to man, and that were enunciated in an early day, before the United States government was formed, and they are principles that rightfully belong to all men everywhere. They are described in the Declaration of Independence as inalienable rights, one of which is that men have a right to live; another is that they have a right to pursue happiness; and another is that they have a right to be free and no man has authority to deprive them of those God-given rights, and none but tyrants would do it.

"These principles, I say, are inalienable in man; they belong to him; they existed before any constitutions were framed or any laws made. Men have in various ages striven to strip their fellow-men of these rights, and dispossess them of them. And hence the wars, the bloodshed and carnage that have spread over the earth. We, therefore, are not indebted to the United States for these rights; we were free as men born into the world, having the right to do as we please, to act as we please, as long as we do not transgress constitutional law nor violate the rights of others...

"Another thing God expects us to do, and that is to maintain the principle of human rights... We owe it to all liberty-loving men, to stand up for human rights and to protect human freedom, and in the name of God we will do it, and let the congregation say Amen."-- John Taylor, 1882, Journal of Discourses, Volume 23, p. 263

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Core Creek Militia

==============================My sixth great grandfather, his wife, and five of his six children were killed in battle with the Tuscarora Indians at Core Creek, NC.

The Seven Blackbirds

==============================My third great grandfather was an Ensign in the Revolutionary War, and saved his unit's flag after being wounded at the Battle of Brandywine. He was also at Kingston (Kinston), Wilmington, Charleston, Two Sisters and Augusta. He was at the defeat at Brier Creek and also Bee Creek.

Requiem Aeternam -
Eternal Rest Grant unto Them
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My second great grandfather was killed in action on May 3, 1863 at the Battle of Chancellorsville.
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My great grandfather and great uncle knew all the men in the "Civil War Requiem" video as they were part of the 53rd NC which was the sole unit defending Fort Mahone. (Fort Mahone was named "Fort Damnation" by the Yankees) *Handpicked men of the 53rd (My great grandfather was one of these) made the final, night assault at Petersburg in an attempt to break Grant's line. This was against Fort Stedman which was a few miles to the slight northeast. They initially succeeded, but reinforcements drove them back. This video is made from photographs which were taken the day after the 53rd evacuated the lines the night before to begin the retreat to Appomattox. I have many more pictures taken by the same photographer, one of these shows a 14 year old boy and the other is the famous picture of the blond, handsome soldier with his musket.
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*General Gordon promised the men a gold medal and 30 days leave if they accomplished their task and many years after the War my great grandfather wrote General Gordon, who was then governor of Georgia about this incident. They exchanged several letters which I have framed. See first link below.
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*The Attack On Fort Stedman
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"His Colored Friends"
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Lee's Surrender
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My Black NC Kinfolks
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Punished For Being Caught!

Great Grandfather Koonce

He was a drummer boy in the WBTS, survived the War only to die a few years later. He was caught in an ice storm on his way home, but instead of seeking shelter, continued on his horse until the end. His clothes had to be cut off and he died a few days later.

Thank you

I would just like you to know how so very glad I am that I found your blog. I have learned more history from you and the many links that you post than I have from reading all my history books. I can never thank you enough for the education you are freely giving me. It is priceless. And eye opening.

Many times I will not comment, but that does not mean I am not reading and learning.

You sir, are an educator. Thank you.

PhyllisWantage, NJ

Good morning Mr. Townsend,

Just to let you know I have finally finished that massive tome on General Lee. I never knew 1/10th of what a great man he was. No wonder the South is so proud of him! So sad that we have few men of his caliber today. We need them desperately. I have learned more history through you and your blog than I thought I could ever learn. I am very grateful to you. Thank you so much for taking time to answer my e-mail. And thank you for your blog and for opening my eyes.

PhyllisWantage, NJ

".......So good to hear from you! And also so pleased you are converting more of us Yankees! You have no idea how many people you have taught. And how many are so grateful to you for showing us the truth."

Your faithful friend,

Phylis

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I have also learned from Brock Townsend and two nurses lately, that appreciation expressed by someone for whom you have great respect overwhelms the lack of appreciation by some from whom you expect it. I believe that we cannot really know which small bit of help makes the life-saving difference. ﻿I may have learned more real American history on Brock's blog than in 20 years of government schooling.

I have learned more history from you than all the years I was supposed to be in school (and not out hunting or fishing).

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I really must say, I like thousands of others have said, your blog is the best out there and with all of your history and experience, you should run for *president. I look forward to reading your blog every day and every day I learn from you. Thank you for the time you put into this effort .

Sincerely,

Scott Fitts

*It would have to be an improvement. :) BT

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Hi Brock,

Ever since I picked up on your blog I "Knew" you were a "Gentleman of the South!" You lack the "Crassness" that is so prevalent in today's Sociopolitical arena but speak with the Firmness in Truth and Conviction of Right like the words of our Late Great President Jefferson Davis! That is Honorable.

I have been thinking about this for a while now. At first it was a very subtle notice, then it became larger as I saw more. Then it bloomed to me to be what it is. In your writings, in your Blog, Brock, "You" have written, posted and done more to eradicate the "Revisionist History" forced on us by the "Northern Aggressors,"BAR NONE!!!" The "Stars and Bars" fly High and Proud today even more thanks to your efforts!

Reading your post on 03 JUNE about the birthday of President Jefferson Davis and the "quotes" of his was the galvanizing statement! The first words of "His" you posted say so much, are timeless and can never be "Destroyed!" by any man! .......and those words were........

"Truth crushed to the earth is still truth still and like a seed will rise again."--Jefferson Davis (1808-1889)

In so many ways you and your efforts to keep and carry on the "Truth of the South" are the water and light of the Sun that nourish "That Seed" that Jefferson Davis speaks of! That "Seed" of "Southern Truth!" That cannot be vanquished because of efforts like Men as yourself!

Thanks for your selfless effort,

The "Stars and Bars" FLY!

Got gunz....OUTLAW?

III%,

skybill-out

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Dear Mr. Townsend,

I wanted to write to thank you for the pleasure and education I have received from reading your blog "Free North Carolina". I can honestly say that FNC is one of the first sites I visit daily.

I am a northerner by birth yet I consider the vilification of all things "South" a true and tragic disgrace. Your work has enabled me to become more familiar with a culture that I admire, yet have never really been familiar with.

Keep up the outstanding work!

A friend north of the Mason-Dixon Line,

Bob

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My good sir,

I have been reading your blog for years, filling-in the woeful gaps in my knowledge thanks to your efforts, and have been truly impressed with not merely the depth and breadth of the topics you broach, but the frank and honest way you deal with them.

I salute you.

You cannot imagine my immense delight at just reading the "Witting, intentionally, and willfully..." posted on your site, that you linked to Theo Spark's blog.

I'm the guy that wrote it and sent it to Theo a few days ago.

On both our behalves, thank you for posting it on your fine blog.

With warmest personal regards,

Rico

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